“You still carrying an arsenal in the trunk of your car?” “Why, you need something?” “No, but if your car is hit… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“And Nurd, who had never had a mother and father, and who had never loved or been loved, marvelled at the ways… — John Connolly Love Copy Share Image
“She was tall and dark, and although her individual features were without flaw, they had somehow combined to form an unattractive whole,… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“The stories in books hate the stories in newspapers, David's mother would say. Newspaper stories were like newly caught fish, worthy of… — John Connolly Books Copy Share Image
David's mother would often tell him stories were alive. They weren't alive in the way people were alive,or even dogs or cats.… — John Connolly Alive Copy Share Image
“First the girl, then the detective, now the wolf. The town was starting to unravel.” — John Connolly Town Copy Share Image
“They were the clothes of a child, and he was a child no longer.” — John Connolly Children Copy Share Image
“He was a locked box inside which tempests roiled. He was a man enshadowed by himself.” — John Connolly Enshadowed Copy Share Image
Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they… — John Connolly Beaks Copy Share Image
“The Catholic Church was not short of lawyers, especially in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, as anyone who had dealt with the archdiocese… — John Connolly Copy Share Image
“A condensed Shakespeare with all of the dull parts removed, leaving only the great moments of drama: ghosts, and bloodied daggers, and… — John Connolly Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“ daddy and it contained within it the prospect of living and the hope of dying, of endings and beginnings, of love… — John Connolly Dying Copy Share Image
“I was a child who loved books, and I am an adult who is the product of books.” — John Connolly Book Copy Share Image
“Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself,… — John Connolly Bad Copy Share Image
“The child's face is close to her own now, but there is still no detail. It is a blur, a watercolor painting… — John Connolly Children Copy Share Image
He had never really speculated about this before, since demons came in all shapes and sizes. Indeed, some of them came in… — John Connolly Dear Copy Share Image
“A job, in their view, was a job, and, as with most jobs, you just had to find that perfect balance between… — John Connolly Perfect balance Copy Share Image
42. Most people will spend their lives doing jobs that they don't particularly enjoy, and will eventually save up enough money to… — John Connolly Death Copy Share Image
There are people whose eyes you must avoid, whose attention you must not draw to yourself. They are strange, parasitic creatures, lost… — John Connolly Abyss Copy Share Image
Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother. — John Connolly Boys Copy Share Image
Being scared isn't the problem. It's not running away that's the hard part. — John Connolly Being scared Copy Share Image
